Chapter 38

Cami

Xander had a bad memory when it came to cooking, but he more than made up for it with his impressive body. I definitely didn’t mind him answering questions wrong. As he poured the batter into the waffle maker, he only had on his black boxer briefs. Xander had the lean, muscular build of a long-distance runner and an impressive amount of ink covering his arms, chest, and upper back. I’d seen Xander shirtless many times, but it was much different having him standing, almost naked, in my kitchen. If I said I hadn’t looked down to check out everything, I’d be lying. There was no missing the outline of Xander’s erection, and I suspected it was to blame for some of his wrong answers. He’d gotten two more right, leaving me barefoot in my bra and jeans.

After he closed the waffle maker, Xander turned toward me with a predatory grin. “I still feel like we’re both overdressed, especially you.”

I laughed and shook my head as I backed away. “Don’t even think about it.”

“Think about what?” He was trying to look harmless, but it appeared he was going to pounce.

“The waffles need to come out in five minutes,” I reminded him. “Less than five minutes now. If you tell me you don’t need that long, I will have to reconsider this friends-with-benefits situation.”

He chuckled. “Ah, babe, I need a lot more than five minutes for what I want to do to you. Maybe we should finish making the waffles later.”

I liked the way Xander thought, and I was tempted to agree with his suggestion. If we cooked all the batter up first, it would be at least twenty minutes until Xander’s hands were on me. If we started anything before then, we’d end up with burnt waffles.

“What’s it going to be?” Xander’s voice was like velvet sliding along my skin, raising goosebumps in its wake.

I cleared my throat and tried to sound unaffected. “Are you honestly telling me there are things you want more than waffles?”

My kitchen wasn’t big, so backing away involved moving around corners. When my ass hit the counter, Xander moved quickly to trap me. “I’ve got you.”

The waffle maker timer went off, saving me from having to come up with a witty response. “Waffles are done!” I announced as I wiggled out from my spot against the counter.

As I removed the waffles, Xander put the batter in the fridge. When I turned, he was grinning again.

“Maybe we should talk more about ground rules,” I said after unplugging the waffle maker.

“You can talk all you want,” he replied as he approached. I let out a squeal of surprise when Xander tossed me over his shoulder. Using one hand to keep me in place, he reached out with the other to grab a waffle on his way out of the kitchen.

“Put me down.” I was trying to sound stern, but it was hard to pull off when I was laughing at the same time. Even turned on, I couldn’t miss the humor in being carried off to my room by a nearly naked man while he ate a waffle.

“I’ll put you down in just a minute,” he assured me on the way into my bedroom. After finishing off the last of his waffle, he set me on my feet in front of him. Not giving me a chance to say anything, he kissed me. His lips moved hungrily against mine as he pulled me closer. My nipples hardened under the lace of my bra. His tongue explored my mouth, and his hands moved to my ass to lift me. I wrapped my legs around his hips and whimpered when I felt his hard dick pressed against me.

As the kiss grew more frenzied, I rocked against him. I suddenly wished I’d lost a little more clothing in our game. The denim from my jeans was an annoying barrier. I needed to be naked with Xander. Another voice in my head—a very irritating voice—was telling me I needed to insist we talk about boundaries. The stupid logical voice wouldn’t shut up, so I broke our kiss.

My breathing was labored, and it took me a minute to get my mind focused enough to speak. Focusing might have been easier had Xander’s lips not moved to my ear. I shuddered when his teeth bit down on my earlobe, but I still managed to say, “We haven’t discussed boundaries.”

Our position seemed a little awkward for the discussion. With my legs still wrapped around Xander’s hips, I felt his dick pulsing against my core.

“Like sexual boundaries?” He didn’t give me a chance to reply. “Are you going to tell me your hard limits? No spanking? Is suspension bondage out? Tell me your boundaries.”

I whimpered because it wasn’t easy to talk when Xander kept bringing the conversation back to sex. “Spanking is fine. Do you know how to do suspension bondage? I’ve seen it done, and it looks hard. Never mind. I need to stay focused.”

Xander shook his head. “Unless you’re asking to talk about boundaries for what’s going to happen in this room, we don’t need to talk.” His lips curled up as a mischievous twinkle lit his eyes. “On second thought, you go ahead and talk all you want, but first, I need you to slip out of those jeans for me.”

“And then you’ll let me talk?” I wasn’t sure what answer I wanted. We really should talk, but I was so turned on, my legs were practically shaking.

“You can talk all you want once you slip out of those jeans.” His promise raised my suspicions. Xander was definitely up to something, but I had a feeling I’d enjoy whatever it was.